I've Been Thinking About Mr Reca As Of Late And I Just Keep Coming Back To The Idea That He Would Literally

TEMPTRESS ⸻ JING YUAN

﹚ SYN. heavily infatuated with the thought of you against me but marriage wasn’t easy and he knew that.

﹚ CW. NSFW. fem!reader. husband and wife. established relationship. reader is upset. in game spoilers. no prep. unprotected sex. breast fondling. fucking on a desk. neck kissing. biting. overstimulation??? slight/small fingering just a bit. mentions of breeding if you can call it that? pet names: my dove. my beloved. baby girl. my temptress. my wife. MINORS DNI! AGELESS BLANK BLOGS DNI!

fem!reader + jing yuan

﹚ WC. 1.8k. edited i simply was in a cocoon. beta read by the best!! thank you so much, lucy 🥹🫶🏼

﹚ NOTE. i am so normal about him? anyways. it’s been a minute since ive actually written anything smutty? it comes and goes so this actually was just a thought. til the desk breaks <3 let me know if i missed anything in the cw! okay bye!

“He would like to see you now.” the Cloud Knight addresses you, stepping to the side as another knight opens the doors for you.

“Tch.” You walk towards the huge desk, watching the lily pads float in the small pools. You frown at the sight of the unkept things, taking note of the overgrown vines. He hasn’t had the time to take care of anything and you storming in would add more to his plate, but you don’t care. You had other matters to address.

Your husband, the general of the Luofu Cloud Knights, had always been a busy man. Barely having time to stop and spend time with you. The only one that had time for you was the child you took care of alongside him, Yanqing. Despite being busy yourself with other tasks, it was a night where you both agreed to see each other.

Jing Yuan leans his head on the palm of his hand, watching you walk closer towards him, a tired smile playing on his lips. He listens to your heels click against the expensive flooring, catching a small glimpse of the uniform that exposes a bit of your body. You take a finger across the blades of his shoulders, poking him in his back before wrapping your arms around him.

You pull his hair back, your cold fingers sending a shiver down his spine. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, kissing the shell of his ear. His breath falters, he had almost forgotten what your lips felt like. “You’re late.” he mutters, rubbing your arm as he signs the document.

“My apologies, general.” you whisper in his ear, kissing his it once more before humming.

He nods, stacking the document in the pile with the others. “You’re angry.” he says, keeping his eyes trained on the next document. You laugh softly, picking at the tassel on his uniform. He felt your anger, the annoyance, and the utter disappointment. There was no point in you lying to him, he already knew what was wrong.

“You let him go. Getting Yanqing riled up. He can’t defeat him; the boy is merely a child.” you scold, tugging on the tassel roughly. He takes your hand in his, stopping you from ripping it off.

“Save the tassel ripping for later.” he sighs, kissing the top of your hand in apology.

Biting the corner of your lip, you shake your head. “I don’t care,” you whisper, looking at him with low eyes. “Blade escaping was your doing. I was sent out to—“

He stops you, pulling you over to him quickly. Crossing your arms, he pulls you into a hug. Placing his head on your stomach, strong arms wrap around your body, pulling you even closer into him. “Is this why you called for a meeting?” he says, muffled against you as his hands work to undo the corset strings of your top.

You shrug, taking your fingers through his hair. “Maybe? I haven’t seen you in two weeks. This lockdown is actually giving me some benefits.” you pull away from his embrace.

He raises his brows, playing into your fib. A cute lie for a cute wife. “Really?” he muses, leaning into his seat, relaxing as you crawl into his lap. He watches your breasts slowly rise out of the undergarment, hands steadying your hips.

You laugh, placing your hands on the knobs of the chair. “Yes.” you whisper, ghosting your lips over his.

He kisses you softly, your lips taste of honey, a flavor he still hasn’t gotten used to even after all these years. His hand cups your cheek, leaning closer into you as he kisses you harder. He knew your tricks, the tension that would slowly break into sex. You had been avoiding him for that reason and he knew.

He breaks the kiss, lifting your chin to look at him. His thumb pulls down your lip, looking at it and back at you. “You’ve been avoiding me, my dove—“

You lock eyes with him, kissing his thumb. For a moment, his heart stops and his pants start to feel tight under you. Jing Yuan wanted to pin you up against his desk and make you scream his name in pleasure, but he knew better. He wants you to use your words to get you what you want.

“Issues were at hand,” you cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’ve been busy. I would hate to disturb you.” you pout, looking at with sad eyes.

He scoffs, kissing you softly. “What exactly are you doing right now, my temptress?”

“Helping.” you let him pull off your top, the cold air nipping at your skin, his hungry eyes trailing up and down your body.

Your husband doesn’t say a word, kissing down your neck, a strong hand starts to knead your breast carefully. Trying to get a moan out of you but your whimpers were just enough for him to knock off all the important papers off the desk.

“Avoiding me,” he says in between a kiss. Pinching your breast, he kisses the corner of your mouth. “Making me wait.” he mutters, placing you on the table carefully, he watches you arch your back at how cold it was.

You don’t say anything to him, instead taking in the scenery behind you and the faint stars twinkling. It was late but your general had plans for you. Two weeks had been long with you missing his tired smile and his soft hums. You wanted to savor this, be together until one of you had to go out on a mission.

You taunt him with a small smile, grinding yourself into him but Jing Yuan was far from phased. He quickly unlatches his belt, his free hand undoing the laces of your pants. He pulls you further up with a hand behind your back, kissing your stomach as he drags his nose down your body.

A soft gasp falls from your lips, covering your mouth in an attempt to stifle the moans that were threatened to slip. Every little touch he gave you was enough for you to murmur out his name.

He smiles against your plush skin, biting your hip as he shrugs off your pants. Scoffing at the sight of your cunt soaking your lace panties. He barely touched you, but the sight sent his mind into an uncontrollable state of lust. He kisses the end of your tummy, pressing down gently as he looks up at you.

“P-Please,” you say in between rushed breaths, looking down at him. His fingers ghost over your aching core, tilting his head to watch you squirm.

“Please? So you do have manners. And here I thought my beloved wife wasn’t capable of such a thing,” he teases, kissing the inside of your thighs.

You close your eyes, a soft shriek falls from your lips as he parts your legs wider. He licks his lips, parting your slick folds with one finger, the other nudging your clit gently. Jing Yuan watches you squirm, pleading for him to stop. He smiles to himself as he waits for you to scrunch your nose in pleasure, clutching your thighs around him. He grunts, quickly pulling himself away from you.

“I could make you wait, my wife.” He chuckles at the nickname you hated being called. Dragging his cock against the inside of your thigh, he watches your reaction.

Scoffing to himself in pleasure, taking in the way the moonlight gleams against your skin, the faint hill of your breasts creating a shadow on the desk, and the way his papers had been long forgotten almost convinces him to take his time with you.

You groan, rolling your eyes at his behavior. “Just f’me.” you plead into your arm, avoiding eye contact with him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being needy and miserable underneath him.

He hums, his fingers strumming on your skin, “Needy lil’ thing aren’t you, babygirl?” he leans down towards you, kissing your lips softly before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You wrap your arms around him, he steadies your hips, guiding you towards him. His touch sends shivers down your spine, grabbing a fistful of his hair in an attempt to break away from him. You were tired of him teasing you as a punishment for avoiding him.

“Jing Yu —“ you stop yourself, nuzzling your nose into his neck, feeling him spread your legs open across the desk. Your nails dig deeply into his shoulder blades as his cock slides into you for the first time in two weeks.

He looks down at you, watching the sweat dribble down your temple. Your eyes tell him everything he needs to know. Your whimpers are exactly what he needed to hear, as he sides out of you teasingly slow before slamming his hips into you.

Your cry brings a smile to his face, as he keeps the pace even and quick. His name falls off your tongue, your nails digging deeper into his skin. He kisses your ear, moaning your name loudly. Teasing slaps against your ass, makes you arch your back, interlocking your legs behind him.

Papers fall off the desk as if a gust wind had entered the General’s study, causing many important documents to fall. The ink pen rolled off and into the lily pad pond. Splattered ink had started to stain the desk but Jing Yuan made sure you were far from it.

Jing Yuan moans into your shoulder, biting softly into your skin. His thrusts were getting quicker, turning your mind into a stuttering mess. He hikes up your leg, needing to fill you up even more. The grip you had around his cock made him moan your name, repeating the same word over and over again. He wants to make sure you’re aching, begging to be carried back to your bedroom, and itching for him to touch you one last time. He wants to see his seed drip from you and down your legs, too stuffed to even comprehend the idea of bearing his children.

“F-Fuck, keep doing that.” he moans pathetically in your ear, rocking his hips against yours.

You dig your heels into his back, pulling him deeper inside you. His hand grips your hip as the other holds the desk, afraid of attracting an unwanted visitor to come stumbling in. He kisses your shoulder, stifling his groans.

“‘M gonna—” you yelp, hiding your face into his chest as he painfully slams his hips into you one last time.

He calls out your name, curse words falling from your lips as he pumps his load inside of you. Pulling you into his chest, he kisses your temple, breathing uneven and still holding onto the idea of you carrying his seed.

You kiss his temple, snuggling into his chest carefully, “I love you.” you mutter with a sleepy smile.

He kisses your forehead, covering the both of you with the blanket he had on one of the shelves of his desk. “I love you too, my beautiful dove.”

Don't You Worry

Smau: in which they get with the woman they told you not to worry about after you two broke up lol Warnings: angsty ig, kinda funny, not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Shiu, Hiromi

had a shitty day and cant sleep because of it, wish moon was here to hypnotize me to sleep aaughg

SMAU- YOUR CHILD TAKES YOUR PHONE

(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna)

Note: I could not do so much baby talking 😭 so most are a child who can spell

OMFG yes!

Being in love with a guy who doesn't even exist kinda hurts :')

i didn’t ask to be this much in love with a fictional character but there he is and here i am

　　　 MADE TO BE MINE ( a scara x reader smau! )

with all the drama that happened ( that he caused ) and all the things you lost ( that he lost ), you promised yourself that you'd leave everything in the past... so why is the famous youtuber with two million subscribers, music major and ex lover kuni, suddenly back in your life? why is he now back, intruding into your long-anticipated campaign with RAIDENTERTAINMENT? and why is yae telling you that he’ll be doing it with you?

status !

ongoing. sporadic updates. started 20.5.23. this will be worked on alongside UNDER THE MASK.

content !

scara x gn!reader smau series! with youtuber au, influencer au, college au, smau! twitter drama is included. there will be written parts. timestamps don’t matter here... all faceclaims&pictures used are in no way the identification of you, the reader, and are instead used as placeholders.

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chapters

prologue: meet 6reeze. meet the loser’s club.

act one. // MASQUERADE!

01. the beginning. | 02. rising star. | 03. new introductions. 04. name tbc. | 05. name tbc. | 06 name tbc.

act two. // PATCHING MYSELF UP!

act three. // THIS SIDE OF PARADISE!

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★ XIAO AKA: ALATUS | THE ANEMO ADEPTUS ★

GENSHIN IMPACT WEEK: DAY 1 → *:･ﾟ✧ ♥ Favorite Character ♥ ✧ ･ﾟ:*.

So, it's the first fic I decided to translate :D

I'm doing it mostly just for my dear Xiao (szia!) so you must know there is no appropriate editing :D

Fandom: MXM, AB6IX

Pairing: Youngmin/Woojin(one sided), Donghyun/Youngmin, Woojin/Daehwee

Summary: "Because Yeonmin has a beautiful "Kim Donghyun" on his shoulders by Hangul, and only "Woojin-Woojin-Woojin" in his mind"

Yongmin's got it all fucked up.

Warning: soulmate AU, soolmates's name on skin, K-pop, ex member, rude words, not good text, maybe no plot, maybe bad explanation, no editing, translated in 5 am so no judge :D

Busan Tech. - means Busan College of Information Technology, since all characters are in Busan

Park Woojin has a beautiful smile, even with crooked teeth and malocclusion. He has a rough voice, a purely boyish character and a willingness to protect his loved ones, even though he is not even twenty. He is a small tanned sun with still childishly plump cheeks, and he is the stabbing pain of Youngmin's heart.

They have known each other since their parents met as new neighbors and became friends with families. Buddies - since baby Woojin sat down on his bed and called Youngmin's room cool, even though he was only five and didn't know a thing about hip-hop of the nineties. Best friends - since Yeongmin protected him from annoying classmates who were bothering him because of the name under his ribs.

Park Woojin is his first love, which Youngmin nurtured in himself, stubbornly ignoring the hangul on his shoulders and Woojin's dreams of the destined. Woojin became his unhealthy obsession and Yeonmin pursued him for ten years until a fucking fate destroyed everything.

- Hyung, I found him! I found Daehwee!

Everything was perfectly fine, until Woojin's dreams became enthusiastic real stories, when Lee Daehwee appeared on the horizon of their future.

Lee Daehwee.

The one whose name is burned under Woojin's ribs, Hangul on Woojin's sun kissed skin.

His fucking destined one. A long-awaited dream.

- I'm Lee Daehwee, Woojin's soulmate, nice to meet you. Please take care of me, hyung.

Youngmin would like to hate him. Try a little harder, make some efforts and separate this couple. It's not that difficult, Youngnmin just has to be more selfish. But he gasps, he can't find words when he sees how happy Woojin is, just holding Daehwee's hand. Love and adoring look in his eyes, trembling hands and this sweet awkwardness between them. Youngmin sees, how Daehwee is nervous, though he is as happy as he should be, Youngmin sees his fears and anxiety. He understands that Dehwee really wants to please him, as a close person of Woojin. How Dehwee tries to make Woojin happy, and it breaks Youngmin's heart.

Because, after all, he isn't crazy enough with his love to ignore how Woojin pronounces Daehwee's name.

Softly, adoring, with love in every sound and gasping a little. Right the way it happens to the most important people in your life.

And that's why he says:

- Please take care of Woojin.

Thus, Park Ujin, Yeonmin's first and only love, became the one who broke his heart into small pieces and kept destroying his life with his happiness: hugging, having fun and chatting incessantly about his Daehwee.

Yeonmin's life was like walking on broken glass and endlessly waiting for his happiness.

Until Kim Donghyun showed up, flashing with his smile and Yeonmin's name right around his neck.

- You are my destined one? My soulmate? - Yeonmin's heart does not dance, nor does his breathing stop. There is no stars in his eyes, no butterflies in his stomach and no will to please this young guy with pure smile and adoration in his eyes. He feels nothing but irritation and endless fatigue, and he doesn't even want to talk to Donghyun. He looks too enthusiastic, too joyful, and there is so much hope and self-confidence in his gaze that Yeonmin is physically ill.

Because Donghyun looks at him the way Woojin did to Daehwee.

- Sorry, man. Not interested. I already have someone.

Youngnmin is literally sick of all this soulmate shit. He snaps at Donghyun, he doesn't allow to come closer than a meter, and ignores him in every possible way. He washes his hands of it.

Because Yeonmin has a beautiful "Kim Donghyun" on his shoulders by Hangul, and only "Woojin-Woojin-Woojin" in his mind.

Yongmin's got it all fucked up.

- Hyung, we have decided that we will study in Seoul. Dehwee wants to go to that stupid singing school.

Youngming gasps.

- What about… what about Busan Tech*?

- Come on, Hyung. You said they would take me anywhere. And if not, I will go to work, with my bike I'm welcome in every delivery service.

And Park Woojin has "Lee Daehwee" under her ribs and fingers in Daehwee's hairs, lips on his skin, a life together and a promised nasty "happily ever after" in the plans. There are just just him, his beloved one and dreams about their future.

Park Woojin is doing insultingly well, and it's ruining Youngmin's life.

But it gives a good chance to Donghyun.

- Alright, hyung, just give up. Let him go.

Kim Donghyun is a headache that cannot be ignored, at least because of the eternal itching on the skin and an overwhelming sense of guilt.

- Don't you dare to order me what to do. What are you waiting for, huh? I already told you…

- You're not so selfish as to ruin his life. Right, hyung? You won't mourn your first love forever, I know. I will wait. I have enough patient for you.

Kim Donghyun is a soothing "it's okay" before the first shared kiss and a confident "I'll wait." He is the slanted cunning eyes and a serene smile, warm hands and a lot of touches, a firm shoulder and an inadequate desire to be around at any time. He looks at Yeonmin with a knowing look and never once condemns him for his choice. But he does not give up on his own.

(He doesn't give up on Yeongmin.)

- Whatever you want, - Lim Youngmin is too tired to fight against him, though there is no willing to mess up with this guy.

Kim Donghyun is the most stubborn and persistent person Youngmin has ever known. And 'cause of his personality, Yeonmin wants to prove him wrong, refute his every word and kick him out of his life. But he can't, because he stumbles, bumping into a loving look and finding himself in Donghyun's apartment far too often, where they soon find themselves without clothes.

(Surprisingly, when Donghyun hugs him from behind, burying his head in his neck, their names touch.

And Youngmin's skin stops itching.)

Yeonmin would like to go after Woojin, tear him away from this nasty boyfriend and give Woojin his heart. He wants to say, go on, it's already yours, broken as fuck, you can hardly glue it together. Youngmin could have spat on his maturity, turn on his selfishness and force Woojin to take responsibility. After all, how long have they known each other?.. The whole life?

But he won't do anything. Because he finds his heart in Donghyun's hands, carefully patching up his wounds. And then Youngmin realizes that Donghyun understands what it's like to have unrequited love better than anyone else. After all, he looks at him the same way Youngmin looked at Woojin.

Maybe that's why only he manages to erase the name "Park Woojin" from Youngmin's head little by little?

when your boyfriend’s auntie won’t approve of your relationship

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